Pregnant bondage (Me & black hand)

[Vixen_Mistress]

For a long time Faith had a crush on her roommate, but they had never done anything sexual, she did not want to lose a roommate and friend from wanting to romp with him, so she kept to her room most the time, seeing him once and a while as she hoped maybe he would notice her and want her. She was beautiful and very well built, slender arms, legs waist, while her bust was a firm C cup, and her hips had the perfect curve and a tone ass. She stood about five foot five, perfect size and twenty one just a week ago. She of course was not normal, she was one of those steampunk, rock, goth girls, so she had a very interesting and unique wardrobe that was sexy, the only color she did not wear at all was pink, while her favorite was purple.

Today Faith was in her room, knowing her friend was away on another one of his missions to fuck some prego girl, making her a little jealous as well as needing to take the edge off. So she had walked into her room and pushed the door shut, not realizing that the door had not shut all the way and began going through her large trunk of many fun and interesting toys that she had, most of them for bondage, like handcuffs, ropes, a leash and collar that she already had on, naked, and a few toys. She began by laying on her back on the bed and started up her vibrator as well as putting a nipple clamp vibrator on both nipples, moaning softly in pleasure as she began to feel herself growing wet from her playing, the one thing she thought about was her roommate and wishing he was the one inside her, putting her on her back, or better yet, her knees and fucking her. Moaning softly she became a little louder, not realizing that her roommate would be home sooner than she thought. Playing with herself she spread her lower lips and brought her free hand to rub and pinch her clit as she lay there, her long red hair flowing out over the bed in long streams, her milky white skin almost glowing as she lay there naked, except for the collar and leash around her neck. She was not too close to cumming, but she had time, or so she thought.

 

[Black Hand]

sam was totally and completely wasted. last night his friend told him about a party he was having, and knowing that sam was coming had of course been sure to invite a hot single pregnant girl for sam to get with. like always, this was the absolute perfect tactic for getting the pregger fixated young man to come to any sort of event. of course he had brought faith along with him, but she had to leave early. it was someone she didn't know, and besides, he was way to focused on the seventh month pregnant girl with short blond hair to think to much about his friend. of course it wasn't that he thought there was anything wrong with faith, it's just he didn't care too much about fucking normal girls. they were alright, but what he really wanted was the bulging belly and large tits of a girl with a bun in her oven. and as cute as faith was, he found it difficult to care. not that he had never fantasized about her before, just that any fantasies he had of her involved her stomach being slightly larger then it was now. as far as he was concerned, she was locked in the friend zone, and he didn't mind if it stayed that way.

when he woke up this morning, he found the girl, sasha she said her name was, lying in a deep slumber, an intricate rope bondage still all over her skin. lightly he took his key and undid her handcuffs before walking out. what did he car if he left the stuff at her house? his dad was rich and willing to support him, and he was to hung over to even think of having to deal with bringing his gear back. the drive back to their flat was a perilous one. he was almost positive that he would get into an accident along the way, but through what seemed to be a miracle, he pulled through. finally, he opened the door to the apartment, not even noticing what faith was doing to herself, and collapsed on to the ground. "I'M Back" he shouted out to his friend, still unaware of what she was wearing on her body.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Faith had been a little irritated with Sam for taking her to the party, there was no use in her being there and the only reason he went was to stuff his cock in the pregnant prep that had been invited just for him, so she had decided to keep herself company. However she was content with that for now as she lay on her bed playing with herself, the buzzing of her toys too loud and the solid walls blocking out his voice as he called out that he was back, not that she really cared, the door was closed, or so she thought, and so it did not matter if he walked past her room, however she did turn on her stereo so that if he were to come home she would not be heard playing with herself in her room. The music was her taste of course and she lay there moaning in pleasure as her hips gently swayed against the toys, feeling herself getting closer the more she played with herself.

She had wanted to be pregnant, maybe to be with Sam, but many times she told herself not to, it was not worth it just to get a one night stand with him and have him move out in a week. Moaning a little louder she bit her lip, muttering something under her breath until the word was very noticeable, not too loud but loud enough to tell what she was saying, "...S-Sam... Oh.... god.... Sam." She muttered her moans so sweet and beautiful as she lay on her bed. She was wet, soaked now, her juices going over her tight back hole as she thrust the toy in and out of herself with a great force, feeling so good as she imagined Sam fucking her as she had imagined many times, but knew it would not happen.

 

[Black Hand]

still sam didn't seem to notice her defiling herself. he was far to messed up to notice, or at least at first. he managed to hear her screams and moans, they were enough to bring his attention to her room, but it didn't last longer then that. his addled mind briefly wondered why she was wearing a collar before just shutting down the thought. he needed more sleep. part of his mind filed this for a little later, right now was not the time to address it.

from there he almost limped away, not bothering to walk properly as he sauntered back to the couch. he had a perfectly fine bed, but it would take longer to get to then the nice couch that they had in the main room of the apartment. groggily he pulled himself over past the kitchen into the main room. the moment he reached the couch, he collapsed on it, not even bothering to adjust the pillows. in mere seconds he was out like a light, returning to the land of dreams.

sam was 5'11 and had short dirty blond hair. he wasn't so much buff as a bit of a pretty boy, with some of his features being fairly girlish. but running through it he had some manly features. a well pronounced chin, and an undeniable six pack. his father was a business man, he owned a mid-sized pharmaceutical company. and sam inherited his natural charisma from him. naturally he was currently studying business, and was being groomed to some day take it over from the old man. his father was also the one who paid for hsi credit card, letting sam have a rather absurd amount of leeway with it. it is why he never worried about not being able to pay for things. and his father didn't even mind his obvious sexual kinks. it was very hard to hide the way he spent the money, but his father wouldn't comment on the things he bought besides an occasional joke here and there.

and these fetishes that his father knew about were what was on sam's mind as he dreamt. an endless ballet of pregnant women dancing through his head. fat, frail, red head, blond, black, white, asian, and latino. a rainbow of them. at the same time each of them beneath their tutu's had the obvious outlines of japanese rope bondage. it was his fantasies come to metaphorical life. this world filled his head until he was awaken from his slumber. by the smell of bacon from the kitchen no less.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Faith had a suspicion that Sam had been home, but she was not too worried about it, and it did not matter as she came to her climax and practically screamed for Sam, her body trembling from the force of her climax. Slowly she got up from her bed, putting on a dark purple lace thong and purple matching bra before falling asleep in bed. In the morning she woke up and went about her normal routine. Getting in the shower she played with herself till she came, and then put on a thong and a black spaghetti top to hold up her firm C breasts. Sighing softly she headed down stairs and began breakfast, usually she only cooked for herself, but today she was feeling generous and decided to make bacon, eggs, ham and toast, of course making enough to Sam when ever he woke up.

Sitting down she got her own plate of food and her Pepsi before and sat at the table, reading her texts from lastnight, knowing she ignored many since she was no in the mood for any parties. Leaning in her chair she ate her food slowly, thinking to herself about everything, wondering if maybe she should give up on Sam ever seeing her as something more than a friend, but she did not want to, not yet, she hoped for more, and was not sure if she could pull herself away from him, and she needed a place to stay and he was not charging her much since his father was the one paying for everything and all they did was gave her money to him to spend as he pleased. She knew she was dressed a little oddly, not wearing any bottoms, but when she figured he had no intered in her she decided that it did not matter if he saw her like that or naked, if it bothered him then he would say something, and if he wanted anything from her she was there and more than willing to give it to him.

So it was safe to say she was satisfied with being in a skimpy lounge around outfit and not worry about his reaction to it, even hope that he may be interested, but her hopes were crushed every day and the more that it happened the more she wanted to give up, but she noticed a pattern with the prego girls he would fuck, he never had them for longer than a one night stand, and it gave her a little hope that he may want her some day, but that was a long shot and she knew it.

 

[Black Hand]

sam slowly drifted awake, and walked towards where he smelled bacon, almost in a trance. the light streamed into his eyes slowly awakening him from the groggy state he remained in. he looked grungy as he sat down at the table next to his friend. to his surprise and delight, he was greeted by a tray of food awaiting him. bacon, eggs, ham and toast, a breakfast of champions. slowly he brought his hand up to his eye to rub the flakes out. he looked rough and disheveled, the same clothes still on him from last night, but this time with the smell of sex all over them. his hair was disheveled from the sex and a lack of a whoever the night before. yet despite this he seemed perfectly fine with his appearance, or at least he did for the moment. in reality, he planned on changing and taking a shower after breakfast.

his eyes roamed over her pert body. a normal person would find her attractive. and he admitted that if he were particularly attracted to nonpregnant girls, then he would find her downright hot. but really he didn't see a point in it, no matter how much she threw herself at him. and he did know. it was hard not to notice the flirting, the needy attachment and the skimpy outfits. he was flattered, but it just wasn't for him. what he did like was the mental image of her seven months in. she would be wearing the same outfit, only now her belly would be stretched out, round and full. and her already pretty good tits would be large and full of milk. admitting the thought excited him would not be a lie. but alas it was just that, a thought.

still, the thought did entice something else in him. he wondered what she would think of his exploits. seducing pregnant women and getting them to agree to be tied up and fucked. most would probably call it vulgar, but if she was so fixated on him, then he might as well see what she thinks of this. another thing he did not know as he thought about this, was that right now, at this moment was not one of faith's safe days. she was ovulating. ignorant to this, he looked up at her as he put some of the eggs in his mouth. "i never asked you" he said boredly, "i've never told you about my exploits, do you want me to give you the play by play of what happened last night?"

(do you want her to masturbate while she hears the story?)

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Hearing him come down she avoided looking at him, thinking for a while she realized she was just trying too hard at this and calmed down a little, sitting and eating she ignored him going about, seeing his appearance, the smell of him was hard to miss and she did not seem impressed at all, she had a sweet smell, who ever the whore he had fucked was did not smell nearly as good as she did. Hearing him she shrugged her shoulders, "I saw most of it, flirting with her, smooth talking your way between her legs, but that's fine, I would not mind hearing how you tricked some pregnant slut into letting you fuck her." She said, clearly irritated, knowing that she liked him and he was saying this, asking if she wanted to know, knowing most the things he did because he heard of it from his friends or later when he was bragging to buddies about everything.

She did not know why she was in such a bad mood, probably close to that time of the month and she did not realize she was ovulating, but not that it mattered, she did not get any, and had not since she met Sam and moved in, she wanted him and was close to giving up, looking through her phone for the number to the guys that she flirted with and found cute, but turned down due to her crush on Sam, wondering if she should call one of them to get the edge off and maybe forget about Sam for a few hours as well as enjoy the things she liked. She leaned back in her chair watching him, her expression calm, not really caring at all, her eyes showed how pissed off she was and hoped he did not see it.

((Probably have her masturbate to the image in her room or the thought of him doing things to her in her room so she does not seem so desperate or helpless about it.))

 

[Black Hand]

(well sure, but she has to show some taking up of the fetish herself, and besides when would we have that happen? aren't we doing this scene and skipping ahead to her pregnancy test a month later?)

naturally he had known her long enough to pick on subtle body tell tales like the anger in her eyes. on one hand he expected this. he knew she was jealous of all of the women who he bedded. but he did need to make her understand in some way. he saw something in pregnant girls that he just didn't see in normal women. he himself was not entirely sure why, so only his words could explain it to her. and if she didn't like it then she would just have to deal with it. and besides, no matter what her body language said, she had agreed to listen. maybe he could make her understand if he was lucky.

"well you see" he said, pretending to be oblivious to her obvious discomfort at the thought of hearing about another woman that he fucked instead of her. "well sasha was pretty preppy. i'm not going to say i would ever hang out with her, but the way her belly made the fabric of her shirt stretch was amazing. and her breast jutted it out just right. so i approached her. she was wearing a mini skirt that obviously was way to tight and a tshirt. her nipples were clearly showing through them, and she was just dumb for even coming out. but then saying it was a good idea to fuck the quarterback without a condom wouldn't be true either. all that mattered to me was that she was willing, knocked up, and horny. and i got all three here. so i approached her and made small talk. something about some sports team that my brother told me about. i don't know. but the entire time her eyes were trained below my waist. it was probably the easiest seduction i've ever done. the entire time the smooth skin of her belly was quivering with excitement. and i think at one point i think i saw a little bit of milk come out fo her tits. it was so fucking hot."

he paused for a second to wait and see how she would respond to that part of the story. he had far from gotten to the point that it would begin to get hot. he had still yet to describe how he had gone about tieing her up and fucking her. but he wanted to put in sufficient buildup before eh gotten to that part.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Listening to him she remembered the girl, but she did not see the woman the same way he did, she was interested in females, bisexual, but she just was not interested in the airhead he had been with last night. Listening to him she was taking note, not caring so much about the girl other than what about her he liked, she didn't care about her name, her body was what she was paying attention to, what he liked about it, but her expression was blank, however her mind was filing all this away, everything he said was being taken into consideration, and she wanted so badly to be the girl he wanted, not per say the prep that he met last night, but to have the body he wanted so he would want her, but she did not want to get knocked up by anyone unless she knew she and a child would be taken care of, and she knew as soon as a kid was out of her she might loose him again if she was not pregnant, and that worried her, he wanted pregnant women and she did not want to constantly be knocked up to have him attracted to her.

Hearing everything he said she nodded slowly, still feeling a little hurt, she had taken good care of herself and had a body any man would want, except for the one she wanted, she felt like it was a lose-lose situation for her, and a win for him no matter how she saw it. Hearing him pause for a moment her expression had not changed, not yet, she found nothing about the girl hot, but she figured once he got into greater detail about what she liked or something more than reeling her in he might get her attention with the actual events.

 

[Black Hand]

he looked at her expression during the pause. on faith's face he could not see much of a reaction. maybe she was not interested. but at the same time maybe she was much more interested then she appeared to be. her poker face was pretty good. it was the reason he had never beaten her in poker before in his life. he pondered what he should do for a second before continuing on with the story, hoping that she was indeed holding some kind of reaction back from him.

"so once we were talking i started to ask her where she lived at. of course i planned on driving her back. she mentioned a friend brought her over, so she didn't have a ride. and of course i prepared my bondage gear for the night. rope, a vibrating wand, a ball gag, a blind fold, a pair of handcuffs. but i also had one more item. one that i enjoy using alot. i had an automatic milking machine with me. using it i could extract some of the milk from her ripe tits. of course she didn't know any of this and was already drunk at the time. i will never understand why some preggers are stupid enough to drink. maybe they are just so dumb they make care more about momentary satisfaction then their own child. me personally? i don't mind what they do so long as they can suck, fuck, and give off good milk. so the two of were driving back to her place. and she started blabbing on and on about how much she hated the father. personally i spent the whole time just staring at the bump. looking at how it strained the fabric, and how it's smooth surface was just out for all to see that she was a bred woman. a plowed field. fufiling her biological functions. it was almost intoxicating for me. finally we reached her place and i helped her up the staires. the entire time i had the bag with me. we both knew that fun was waiting for us in the future."

he once again to a pause to gauge her reaction. would his descriptions weirded her out? or would she be turned on by what he was talking about. he didn't know. to some extent, he did want her to like the idea. her getting turned on by the idea of him fucking knocked up tied up girls may his pants tighten a bit.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Watching his reaction she knew he was trying to read her and what she thought of it, but her poker face was a hard one to read and so she was very interested in what he was thinking at the moment before continuing. She listened to him talk about her a little more before he get to telling her about the bag of fun little things that he had packed, and that seemed to bring a small smirk to her lips, she had the same things in her room in her trunk as well as a few other things that had to stay home, spreader bars to keep arms and legs open, chains around the bed post and a bondage swing to make it easy on both people, allowing her to lay back and what ever man or woman she had there to just rock her back and forth if she was not in the mood for something complicated, or like the time when she broke her leg and had to use it any time she had sex for a long while.

The sparkle in her eyes was barely there for a second when he spoke of his toys, but her pokerface was back when he spoke of the girl again, taking note of her pregnancy and what about it he liked, she of course would not look half bad pregnant, but she did not want to get pregnant just because she wanted him, it was not worth years of raising a child just to get the guy she wanted, no she could wait, and if anything she could move on. She remained silent and emotionless as she watched him, noticing his pants seemed to be tightening and wondered if talking about the girl was turning him on, making her wonder if he would consider getting release even if she was not pregnant, but she did not want to push the subject. She also made sure she did not look down straight at his arousal in his pants, she was wanting him, but she was not stupid as the girl had been to just stare at what she wanted. Smirking a little she nodded, "The bondage and stuff sounds interesting, go on, I would rather skip to the good stuff instead of how you tricked a drunk slut." She said, her voice full of disgust for the woman he had fucked, mainly for getting drunk while being pregnant, as well as letting him know that she knew she was a slut in general, not that it mattered, many women were now-a-days, and they did not care at all. She leaned back in her chair a little, watching him closely her eyes remaining locked on his, but they were watching every one of his movements and reactions to every word coming from his mouth.

 

[Black Hand]

he continued to watch her intently. it was pretty obvious that he was watching his reactions to his own words. as good as her poker face was, she would give the slight tweak that she always did whenever she saw him aroused. no matter how good at hiding it she was, she had no way of hiding her interest in him. it was there for him to see. and as for the bondage part, he knew she was into that. it was hide to hard her gear and whatnot. the collar thing came back to his mind. it was a little more extreme then he was used to her being. she clearly was getting into it deeper then ever before. maybe if he tied her up before fucking her, he could get some excitement. it wouldn't be the best sex ever, that clearly belonged to his ladies with the ballooning stomachs, but he didn't see anything wrong with that. and he was still a heterosexual male. she was still an object of desire to his body, even if it wasn't his personal turn on to get with normal girls. but that is something that he didn't have to deal with now. maybe he could bring it up alter. after the story was over possibly. but before he continued, he made sure to keep his body in check. he was the one here to tease her, not the other way around.

"so once we got into her room, i didn't even bother with the pretenses. i lightly pushed her down on to the bed. i didn't do it hard, because really, only one of us was going to hurt the baby last night. then i slowly undressed her. i started with her tight top and just grabbed it and threw it off. she didn't mind. the drunken bitch would have fucked a dog had i urged her to. it let me get a clear view of her swelled of stomach, and her milk stained bra. lightly i went down and sucked at some of the milk of of it before going over to her belly and kissing it a bit. meanwhile my hands went down to her stupid little miniskirt and pulled it down to the ankles. her panties were pretty stained too. the bitch must have been horny all night."

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

The thought of him doing such things to her was getting her hot, her cheeks a little flushed and her panties were not doubt getting damp, thankfully she was sitting in the chair with her legs crossed.however it did make her feel better to hear him calling the little slut names and that he only care about the sex with her, a little jealous, but she knew he would be with some other prego girl in a few days or even today, who knew. She was wanting him badly and turned on by the though of him fucking her as he had done to the other girl, but the milking not something she knew he was interested in, but she knew about it and she had done research that with certain diets it would taste sweet like cream, but that was with a set diet and had to be strict with it as well, most would not do such a thing, but she would if she were pregnant since not only would it interest him and get her what she wanted but it would make her healthier, not that she did not already eat healthy which made her juices smell nice and rather sweet, but she was not lactating.

"Ok... So what happened after, I know you did not keep her on her back because that could suffocate the bitch and her baby... Hand and knees or on her side?" She asked, knowing those were the only few ways he could fuck her unless he had a swing like she had in her room that would be able to have a woman actually sit up or recline in the chair while allowing the man to use the swing to move her and it also had placed for his milker to go if he were to do anything with her. She was hoping to get him somewhat aroused enough that he might want to go for a tumble with her, or even tie her up in her room, or hell even on the table or where ever he wanted, she was willing to do just about anything he wanted, and she was hardly shy all she wanted was to experience what that lucky bimbo managed to get from him by not keeping her legs shut, when in turn she was always willing to have her legs open, but just to him. She wanted the story to finish so she might masturbate to the though of him doing it to her later, or even see if she let him do what ever he wanted if he would satisfy her since she had not been laid in a long time.